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Call me Doc. I prefer RM, UM, or LP fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand or swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match any old time!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

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Anybody use the Dueling Network?

Name: Hickey MacMulligan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Hot-blooded otaku dork that is a LOOSE CANNON COP WANNABE.

History: Hickey was the toughest otaku around, but still he got no respect. He dueled with the fury of a thousand fondling tentacles, yet he never got recognition. Now he seeks formal training to get what he deserves. VICTORY AND CHICKS.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme: Dice Jar/Gambling

Chosen courses: Standard dueling

Current deck:


Collection: TBA

Points: 15
@ShidenBladesReplied
If you are still taking commissions, how would one go about giving you one?@Luxx
Whatever it was shifted again. A brief silence. The soggy crunching and smacking began once more. If animal it was, it sure didn't seem to mind the ranger too much. The whispy clouds above finished passing over the crescent moon. It was a rotten yellow this evening.

Fear is a creation purely of the mind. Take a common doorway. It means nothing until you suspect that what lies behind it isn't what you thought it was. That's when everything is transfigured. The dark side of the world often lies just around the corner, but few truly consider plunging into it in earnest. A normal man may, for the briefest of moments, ponder what it would mean to take a life. Then he sees the horrified faces of his family. The shame, the disbelief. Guilty black blood on the hands. A cell with an exposed toilet and a stiff little cot to sleep on. All the anxieties of what is and what is to come. Never again would normality be his.

A woman in her early 60's who has just been diagnosed with cancer.
A father enters the room of his infant son. The body is face down, skin blue.

There had been a change in the air. The slight sounds behind the crypt might have been anything, but it is often said not to mistake a horse for a zebra. Sanity would claim it was nothing. Move along. Stay in the light. Don't go any further. It's only a little bump you felt, no need to see a doctor. Roll him over, give him a pat. He's only sleeping. Madness knew it was already too late. Edrik's scent belonged now to the thing that haunted the line separating the white from the black.


*Venture out into the secret places.*

*Don't look too long, don't think too hard.*

*.....*

The wind picked up. It was chilly.
The silence would not be complete. To the sharp ear, a faint noise could be heard. A barely audible sloshing, and occasionally a dull crack. Some sort of animal native to the nearby forest? The damn raccoons always ventured out into the city from here. It seemed to be coming from behind another crypt to the right of the one Edrik was honoring. Yet...

*Whatever it was shifted. Something larger than a raccoon. Or a dog.*
@ShidenBlades
Already counting him out? You never know!
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Location- Outskirts Cemetery


Rules-
Victory by death.
Name: Kentucky Tom
Age: 29
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180 lbs

Appearance: Never seen without a white suit, cheap dress shoes, Ray Ban shades, and an unfiltered American Spirit cigarette.

Fighting Style: Rough and Tumble

Other Skills: Fast talking, dirty tricks.

Personality: A smartass dickweed, there are very few folks whom Tom can't offend. He loves getting a rise out of people just as much as he does beating them back down. He enjoys Wild Turkey whisky, back alley hookers, and dogs that love cats.

Bio: Kentucky Tom grew up in the rough part of Madisonville. He had a smart mouth and a mean streak as wide as your grandpa's prostate. Shooting off insults came naturally to him, and he went about his day pissing off teachers, parents, drivers, senators, animals, you name it. Anyone that decided to get physical, got a physical. By the local doctor. Tom never had much cash, since his job as an auctioneer didn't pay all that well. Whenever he wasn't working he was fighting, knockin' em down at the local pit.
Tom's training comes only from Bruce Lee movies and raw experience. He doesn't work out, he just fights all the time. Because of this he is typically less quick or strong that professionals, but he is more gangly than a barbed wire fence and twice as tough. His reflexes are far above those of most other fighters since he spends so much time in the thick of live combat.

Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRJ9_yHiNmg
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